Feelin' Like Tunechi

Turn your wife to a groupie (yeah)
He got smoked like a loosie (yeah)
Ride the Wraith like a hoopty (yeah, skeet)
I've been feelin' like, I've been feelin' like Tunechi
Comin' live from the 5-0-4
Bad bitch in my mentions with a mil' on the floor (bad bitch)
Big Tunechi, I can't ride in the Masi's no more (Big Tunechi)
Young nigga, still grindin', I'm the motherfuckin' G.O.A.T

I've been feelin' like Tunechi, huh
I've been feelin' like, "Yeah, fuck 'em"
Let me get in my bag, duffel
Eat that bitch like the last supper
Got her feelin' like, "Ooh, Tunechi"
Got me feelin' like, "Yeah, fuck 'em"
Got me feelin' like Rich The Kid, with grown-ass man money

I took the top of the McLaren, I'm lettin' the guts show
Walk in my bathroom, I stepped in the drugstore
Treat the 200-foot yacht like a tugboat
Who wants smoke?
Yeah, 'cause the bullet be drippin' like snot from a snub nose
I'm aimin' right for your heart like a love note
I told you right from the start, from the front door
I tote a rifle, a pump, it's a gun show

It's me and Lil Rich and a fleet of some bitches
We stick to the code like Leo da Vinci
Many men, they wishin' death upon me, bop-bop-bop
Give 'em three wishes, I need me a bitch that be needin' them bitches
Fresh plate of pussy, I ain't cleanin' the dishes
Chess play of bosom, yeah, I skeet on her titties
Creamy, delicious, more babies than a pediatrician

Court days, I be leanin', I miss 'em
Nigga trippin', put the beef in the skillet
I pistol-whip him, I got teeth on the Glizzy
Like, no way, can't believe it, I'm serious
No way, can't believe what I'm feelin'
No play, they don't need to play with me
OJ on this beat like it fit me

Turn your wife to a groupie (yeah)
He got smoked like a loosie (yeah)
Ride the Wraith like a hoopty (yeah)
I've been feelin' like, I've been feelin' like Tunechi
Comin' live from the 5-0-4
Bad bitch in my mentions with a mil' on the floor
Big Tunechi, I can't ride in the Masi's no more
Young nigga, still grindin', I'm the motherfuckin' G.O.A.T

I've been feelin' like Tunechi, huh
I've been feelin' like, "Yeah, fuck 'em" (fuck 'em)
Let me get in my bag, duffel (duffel)
Eat that bitch like the last supper (uh)
Got her feelin' like, "Ooh, Tunechi" (ooh)
Got me feelin' like, "Yeah, fuck 'em" (yeah)
Got me feelin' like Rich The Kid (yeah), with grown-ass man money

Weezy F., bitch, don't forget the baby (baby)
Big Tunechi' watch cost 480 (feelin' like Tunechi)
And I'm still screamin', "Fuck you, pay me" (fuck you)
I been feelin' like Tunechi bought a Maybach Mercedes (skrt)
I'm in that Trukfit
I'ma fuck on the bitch and I'll make her lit (make her lit)
Man, I feel like Tha Carter, really rich (really rich)
Keep it real, 100, I could never switch

You just a worker, the boss in this bitch (boss)
I go Platinum just talkin' my shit (just talkin' my shit)
My bitch so bad, get a bag if she throw a fit (bag)
I'm the G.O.A.T killer, rappers gettin' throat slit (throat slit)
Count another 50 mil' like, "Oh shit" (oh shit)
Bank account gettin' heavy like a gold brick (gold brick)
I might buy a Bugatti (Bugatti)
Feelin' like Tunechi, Baby Momma get a big body

Turn your wife to a groupie (yeah)
He got smoked like a loosie (yeah)
Ride the Wraith like a hoopty (yeah)
I've been feelin' like, I've been feelin' like Tunechi
Comin' live from the 5-0-4
Bad bitch in my mentions with a mil' on the floor
Big Tunechi, I can't ride in the Masi's no more
Young nigga, still grindin', I'm the motherfuckin' G.O.A.T

I've been feelin' like Tunechi, huh
I've been feelin' like, "Yeah, fuck 'em" (fuck 'em)
Let me get in my bag, duffel (duffel)
Eat that bitch like the last supper (uh)
Got her feelin' like, "Ooh, Tunechi" (ooh)
Got me feelin' like, "Yeah, fuck 'em" (yeah)
Got me feelin' like Rich The Kid (yeah), with grown-ass man money

I'm feelin' like, "Fuck 'em"



Credits
Writer(s): Dwayne Carter, Dimitri Leslie Roger, Grant Dickinson
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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